Every once in awhile the daily task of shutting up all my animals into their various containment systems gets to me. Then there are days like today where I see a coyote walking plain as day across my field and then he comes back in the evening checking out what might be available.
The unhappiest part is that the coyote wasn’t all that afraid of us. That is a problem and we’ll have to do some work to make sure he knows to stay in the forest and not my front yard.
The stuff is what gets to me. Just this morning we’re trying to move a few books from one shelf to another, but first we have to move the massive pile of legos off the shelf and then the books so finally we can shelve the boxes that hold the school books.
Simplifying has got to be the most painful and frustrating process in my life. How does one decide what to keep? And how does one get the others in the house to LET THINGS GO!
I’m constantly striving to decrease the stuff in the house. And I’m always trying to be mindful of what I’m bringing in to the house. Yet the STUFF persists.
This coming weekend I’ve determined we’ll be filling the back end of the truck and disposing of some of that dratted stuff. Because I’m just done. And so very tired of moving STUFF that doesn’t fit from one place to the next.
Good bye stuff. I don’t think I’ll miss you at all.
I follow a few food bloggers. You can’t really love food and specifically baking as much as I do without having a love of good writing and excellent recipes. I’m a quiet and mostly inconsequential bystander in a sea of fantastic food people. But light and love can come from anywhere.
Jennifer Perillo asked the internet to make a pie. Her husband’s favorite a peanut butter pie. And to share it with those we love.
So I did.
I made a simple pie. And filled it with all the love I could.
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My picture didn’t turn out. I fiddled with the recipe since I couldn’t find cookies and one of my boys doesn’t like nuts.
So My pie was just a little too soft. And my impromtu brownie crust was a little too stuck to the pan.
But it didn’t matter.
I shared my pie with the loves of my life and it was perfect.
